the sadness succubus
leeches on my shoulder
hissing gruesome fickle things

i crawl across the floor
lift my head
to speak

a visage of a family
painted in the door
outstretched like a moment of reprieve

held by
contemporaneous emotion
a shrieked laugh wets my face

leech to boy
boy to leech
a man's only companion

"Relationship in colors"

You've always been my blue
The way the sky just pours down on me and you

You've always been my pink
Delicate and mesmerizing, you cause well built ships to sink

You've always been my yellow
The sunflower that lovingly greets me goodbye and hello

You've always been my green
Walking along side thee, heads turn attentively, in envy

You've always been my white
Crisp, clean and angelic, for your love I will fight

You've always been violet
Your love is like purple rain and the only love that is climactic in the quiet

You've always been my black
In the night time you are naughty but beautiful light you never lack

You've always been my orange
My favorite color and a love that I keep in storage

You've always been my red
You're a red rose and the definition of love that keeps me never lonely in my bed

You've always been my brown
You have the love that I wish, to never put down

I just wrote this.
Colors, their vibrancy and meaning are unique to all of us.
Write your own?

I love you all.
Good morning
Đaviđ
💞🙏🏻💞

Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.

do not look for me here
i am running
barefoot through the trees
with the scent of soft pine needles
and moonlight on skin
my heart in my hands
wide eyed and free.

Im sitting here with my heart
right up in my throat
and I swallow,
These last few days have just been so low
and I don’t know if I have the strength
that I need to climb out right now
I keep digging myself deeper
and fill my hole with liquid courage
to make me forget that I have none
This is just another episode to ride out
but man, I’m so f*cking tired of crashing

If I ran out
of ink?

I would write
my poetry
in my blood.

Cause,

I pull muses
through my
home's walls.

I pull muses
from a
quiet room,
the stale air.

I pull muses
through my
television screen,
from the lyrics
of song.

I pull muses
from everywhere
and
everything.

So,
I need ink.

Let's just hope that
I never run out
of ink.

Looking in the mirror
confident beauty,
irresistible woman.
That pretty looking face could I recognise but unnoticed were all my dead butterflies.
Blurred vision with a reason.
Then you came.
Two deep dimples.
Zero questions "why"
Zero times "goodbye"
One "I love you".
ENOUGH.
For me to be yours,
for you to be mine.